Then thou art damn'd.
CORIN. Nay, I hope.
TOUCHSTONE. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg,
all on
one side.
CORIN. For not being at court? Your reason.
TOUCHSTONE. Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st
good
manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners
must
be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou
art
in a parlous state, shepherd.
CORIN. Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good manners at
the
court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of
the
country is most mockable at the court. You told me you salute
not
at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be
uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds.
TOUCHSTONE. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
CORIN. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells,
you
know, are greasy.
TOUCHSTONE. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not
the
grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man?
Shallow,
shallow.
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